<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:38:22.380-08:00</updated><category term='apenas palavras.'/><category term='Roteiro'/><title type='text'>Ana CaTrin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-5256773209223286291</id><published>2011-11-24T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:54:01.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E de muito longe eu percebi aquelas suas palavras&lt;br /&gt;que me embaralharam a mente, mas me fizeram enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha que percorrer um pouco mais de tempo,&lt;br /&gt;mas não sei realmente se tempo é o que tenho agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou me lançar em um vôo bem distante da minha imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe assim eu perceba qual é a realidade que vivo nesse momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa.&lt;br /&gt;E passa rápido demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul McCartney - Blackbird&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4Sc8EJvjhpk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-5256773209223286291?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5256773209223286291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-de-muito-longe-eu-percebi-aquelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/5256773209223286291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/5256773209223286291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-de-muito-longe-eu-percebi-aquelas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Sc8EJvjhpk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-2030536318124583539</id><published>2011-07-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:40:32.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andei até aquele banco.&lt;br /&gt;Me senti meio perdido ao redor de tantas informações.&lt;br /&gt;Precisei de um tempo para reparar o quanto gosto de você.&lt;br /&gt;Fui caminhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-2030536318124583539?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2030536318124583539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/07/andei-ate-aquele-banco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/2030536318124583539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/2030536318124583539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/07/andei-ate-aquele-banco.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-3948442898859860875</id><published>2011-07-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:06:25.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNBVyG1OzU/TiS8bKczLFI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/5N7gkj8__k4/s1600/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNBVyG1OzU/TiS8bKczLFI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/5N7gkj8__k4/s320/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tão difícil tirar você da cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;É como um cognitivo que nem eu mesmo entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas volta a respirar sem perder o ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você tem alguma consideração por mim&lt;br /&gt;Então siga essas notas.&lt;br /&gt;Saia do meu caminho, antes que tudo isso passe a me machucar de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a água tem mais o mesmo gosto.&lt;br /&gt;As canções já não são mais as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então se você tem alguma cansideração por mim, &lt;br /&gt;siga o seu ritmo, &lt;br /&gt;antes que comecemos a dançar a mesma música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-3948442898859860875?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3948442898859860875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/07/porque-e-tao-dificil-tirar-voce-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3948442898859860875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3948442898859860875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/07/porque-e-tao-dificil-tirar-voce-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNBVyG1OzU/TiS8bKczLFI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/5N7gkj8__k4/s72-c/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-6801247376767047254</id><published>2011-07-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:55:32.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyHIP5JhCo/ThJROu0z31I/AAAAAAAAIWc/Cj9IGqrCu-M/s1600/fotorosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyHIP5JhCo/ThJROu0z31I/AAAAAAAAIWc/Cj9IGqrCu-M/s320/fotorosa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Era tudo o que eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxa!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora só vou ...&lt;br /&gt;É isso que vou fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Me socorreu!&lt;br /&gt;Que bom, assim eu fico mais tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei nem quero saber.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quiser posso fazer agora!!&lt;br /&gt;Fica tranquilo, embora não entendo muito bem o que esta acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu vou ficar sem jeito.&lt;br /&gt;É bom esquecer da vida de vez enquando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para você entrar na miha vida, vai ter que entender como ela funciona.&lt;br /&gt;Se joga nessa cama.&lt;br /&gt;Esquece a vida por alguns instantes.&lt;br /&gt;Vou enfeitiçar você, isso sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente tem um sonho bom, bom de verdade ele acaba se tornando realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aliados nessa história. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: Amado – Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="27" style="height: 25px;" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="audioUrl=http://www.scrapsfathima.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/vanessa-da-mata-amado.mp3"/&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;embed style="height: 25px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="27" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" quality="best" flashvars="audioUrl=http://www.scrapsfathima.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/vanessa-da-mata-amado.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-6801247376767047254?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6801247376767047254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/07/era-tudo-o-que-eu-queria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/6801247376767047254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/6801247376767047254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/07/era-tudo-o-que-eu-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsyHIP5JhCo/ThJROu0z31I/AAAAAAAAIWc/Cj9IGqrCu-M/s72-c/fotorosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-3977613273838828776</id><published>2011-04-24T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:59:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvX_C9Dd270/TbTKlvoBQRI/AAAAAAAAIWA/ibAR9E_8ZGk/s1600/MULHER%252BCAMINHANDO%252BNA%252BPRAIA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvX_C9Dd270/TbTKlvoBQRI/AAAAAAAAIWA/ibAR9E_8ZGk/s320/MULHER%252BCAMINHANDO%252BNA%252BPRAIA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ei Vida,&lt;br /&gt;estou aqui sabia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que ela se sentiu ao sair pela estrada,&lt;br /&gt;sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondeu cada palavra que tinha guardado dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;Foi simplesmente andando, dando-lhe aquele tempo que tanto lhe fazia falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguia mais organizar seus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que o tempo nem havia passado.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade o tempo passou mais que depressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei tempo,&lt;br /&gt;cadê você quando preciso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o silêncio que tanto busco dentro de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://mp3wm.com/swf/player.swf" width="300" height="80" bgcolor="undefined" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="file=http://dc144.4shared.com/img/fRDpMLcw//dlink__2Fdownload_2FfRDpMLcw_2F_3Ftsid_3D20001114-284849-e504297/preview.mp3"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-3977613273838828776?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3977613273838828776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3977613273838828776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3977613273838828776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_24.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvX_C9Dd270/TbTKlvoBQRI/AAAAAAAAIWA/ibAR9E_8ZGk/s72-c/MULHER%252BCAMINHANDO%252BNA%252BPRAIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-8234491703935060632</id><published>2011-04-18T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:37:23.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlnbmngMotg/TaygrwHT9aI/AAAAAAAAIVw/HdnZh-9DopI/s1600/flor_falando.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlnbmngMotg/TaygrwHT9aI/AAAAAAAAIVw/HdnZh-9DopI/s320/flor_falando.jpeg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que tem aquela linda flor?&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela vem da semente e no outro a dor.&lt;br /&gt;É claramente perceptível o quanto ela se isola de tudo, do mundo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas imprecisões do amor, ela nem quer falar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia ela desabrocha, &lt;br /&gt;ou alguém enrosca aquela linda flor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa o tempo, e nada de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Faz uma garoa lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ela resolva sair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-8234491703935060632?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8234491703935060632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/8234491703935060632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/8234491703935060632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlnbmngMotg/TaygrwHT9aI/AAAAAAAAIVw/HdnZh-9DopI/s72-c/flor_falando.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-3236634517991653004</id><published>2011-01-03T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T04:35:31.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roteiro'/><title type='text'>A dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TSHB90VlCfI/AAAAAAAAIRk/ymjW-gsxZvc/s1600/03_07_2008_0516353001215077615_michael_kellenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TSHB90VlCfI/AAAAAAAAIRk/ymjW-gsxZvc/s320/03_07_2008_0516353001215077615_michael_kellenter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Momento de canto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Vento, danço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;- Passo&amp;nbsp;a perceber o quanto gosto dele, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mas no mesmo instante passo a sentir o quanto ainda tenho que gostar de mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ext. jardim da casa - chovendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anda descalço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sente a chuva em seu rosto. Para de andar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Olha para cima e diz: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;- Será que você ainda pensa em mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fecha quadro no rosto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fecha os olhos. Passa as mãos pelo rosto e sorri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Música de fundo - lenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Começa a dançar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TSHB63KJnzI/AAAAAAAAIRg/O30vVcGoVsI/s1600/DANA_D%257E2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TSHB63KJnzI/AAAAAAAAIRg/O30vVcGoVsI/s320/DANA_D%257E2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-3236634517991653004?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3236634517991653004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/01/danca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3236634517991653004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3236634517991653004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2011/01/danca.html' title='A dança'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TSHB90VlCfI/AAAAAAAAIRk/ymjW-gsxZvc/s72-c/03_07_2008_0516353001215077615_michael_kellenter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-6962312068184620335</id><published>2010-09-28T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:42:46.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TKJ-RCGSBuI/AAAAAAAAIL4/n08QVNIdmlo/s1600/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TKJ-RCGSBuI/AAAAAAAAIL4/n08QVNIdmlo/s320/tempo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ela se levantou.&lt;br /&gt;Olhou ao seu redor,&lt;br /&gt;e percebeu que precisava de tempo&lt;br /&gt;para colocar as idéias em ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi caminhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-6962312068184620335?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6962312068184620335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/6962312068184620335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/6962312068184620335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TKJ-RCGSBuI/AAAAAAAAIL4/n08QVNIdmlo/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-5336741691620360746</id><published>2010-08-22T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:02:02.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TF2OmFnX2ZI/AAAAAAAAIBM/_-qmRBhFoJ0/s1600/friday_walk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TF2OmFnX2ZI/AAAAAAAAIBM/_-qmRBhFoJ0/s320/friday_walk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;É difícil viver em um mundo um tanto quanto substancial. &lt;/div&gt;Parece uma realidade paralela, onde todos&amp;nbsp;escondem sua real personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou me tornando o meu pior pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me chamo Madeleine Oslo. &lt;br /&gt;Nascida e criada, até o momento, na pequena cidade de Jordão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-5336741691620360746?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5336741691620360746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/5336741691620360746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/5336741691620360746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TF2OmFnX2ZI/AAAAAAAAIBM/_-qmRBhFoJ0/s72-c/friday_walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366160567490265278.post-3491023763634080082</id><published>2010-07-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:39:40.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas palavras.'/><title type='text'>Palavras, apenas palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TEdpEvCS4jI/AAAAAAAAH_E/fWCopzKp4xA/s1600/cptm4novostrens2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TEdpEvCS4jI/AAAAAAAAH_E/fWCopzKp4xA/s320/cptm4novostrens2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Um início.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ext. Vagão do trem em movimento&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Duas Senhoras sentadas de lado.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança // conselho // palavras // individualismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recear // correr // agir // gritar // impulsionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temer // amar // avançar // coagir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir // andar // sofrer // saltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parar // tempo // lógica // revogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir // perder // ganhar // reagir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomeçar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366160567490265278-3491023763634080082?l=anacatrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3491023763634080082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2010/07/palavras-apenas-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3491023763634080082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366160567490265278/posts/default/3491023763634080082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacatrin.blogspot.com/2010/07/palavras-apenas-palavras.html' title='Palavras, apenas palavras.'/><author><name>Ana CaTrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09774502230474804213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ddAsCjDY/TioLofbM5eI/AAAAAAAAJ54/eGQcgf_uXg8/s220/logo%2Bana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1mMI9F0h-0/TEdpEvCS4jI/AAAAAAAAH_E/fWCopzKp4xA/s72-c/cptm4novostrens2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
